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Drabble: Boredom and the end of boredom
Dec. 7th, 2014 02:17 pmThe second-to-worst possible thing that could happen to Sapho has happened. She’s bored.
She meanders around her library (that is, her house) but there’s nothing she wants to read. A sleeping Rumpleteazer is far too cute to awaken. Asenath is out on a mission. She plinks a few keys on the new piano in her parlour, but not being a musician this diversion is short lived. In her bedroom she opens her toy chest, but she’s just not in the mood. Sigh.
Time for the big guns.
From the back of a closet she drags out her Idea Box and, closing her eyes, dumps its contents on the floor. She shuffles around the stuff (there’s no better word for it) and then opens her eyes to see what patterns, what associations, have been created.
A candle stub, a little duck carved out of marble, and a ticket to Mrs Plenty’s Carnival. Not much there. A strand of black lace, a miniature skull of onyx, the skin of a rat (not an L.B.), and a piece of straw. Huh.
But oh! What’s this?
A pair of manacles over a pen and ink sketch of the first person she ever … enjoyed. Her hair was just like mine. Remembering, she idly plays with the manacles. An idea forms. There’s a Gothic Romance here!
Sapho grabs paper, pen, and ink and begins to write furiously. A new project is underway.
Thus is born 69 Shades of Red.
She meanders around her library (that is, her house) but there’s nothing she wants to read. A sleeping Rumpleteazer is far too cute to awaken. Asenath is out on a mission. She plinks a few keys on the new piano in her parlour, but not being a musician this diversion is short lived. In her bedroom she opens her toy chest, but she’s just not in the mood. Sigh.
Time for the big guns.
From the back of a closet she drags out her Idea Box and, closing her eyes, dumps its contents on the floor. She shuffles around the stuff (there’s no better word for it) and then opens her eyes to see what patterns, what associations, have been created.
A candle stub, a little duck carved out of marble, and a ticket to Mrs Plenty’s Carnival. Not much there. A strand of black lace, a miniature skull of onyx, the skin of a rat (not an L.B.), and a piece of straw. Huh.
But oh! What’s this?
A pair of manacles over a pen and ink sketch of the first person she ever … enjoyed. Her hair was just like mine. Remembering, she idly plays with the manacles. An idea forms. There’s a Gothic Romance here!
Sapho grabs paper, pen, and ink and begins to write furiously. A new project is underway.
Thus is born 69 Shades of Red.
